Poems by Robert Burns
Presented by the RBWF
Why should na poor folk mowe – [Why should na poor folk mowe]
WHEN Princes and Prelates and het-headed zealots,
All Europe had set in a lowe,
The poor man lies down, nor envies a crown,
And comforts himself with a mowe.---
Chorus
And why shouldna poor folk mowe, mowe, mowe,
And why shouldna poor folk mowe:
The great folk hae siller, and houses and lands,
Poor bodies hae naething but mowe.--------
2
When Brunswick’s great Prince cam a cruising to France
Republican billies to cowe,
Bauld Brunswick’s great Prince wad hae shawn better sense,
At hame with his Princess to mowe.--
And why should na &c.--------
3
Out over the Rhine proud Prussia wad shine,
To spend his best blood he did vow;
But Frederic had better
The black-headed eagle,
As keen as a beagle,
He hunted o'er height and o'er howe,
In the braes o' Gemappe,
He fell in a trap,
E'en let him come out as he dow, dow, dow,
E'en let him come out as he dow.
But truce with commotions,
And new-fangled notions,
A bumper, I trust you'll allow;
Here's George our good king,
And Charlotte his queen,
And lang may they ring as they dow, dow, dow,
And lang may they ring as they dow.